Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Blurr

Requested by: RiotTheDecepticon
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  A loud groan of complaint echoed. Blurr transformed, panicking internally that he injured Kade again.

  "Kade, you can stop acting now," Heatwave looked down at his partner.

  "Yeahh, but I'm looking forward to Doc's new invention to make cakes easier to bake. Dani would need these," Kade licked his jacket, completely disregarding hygiene.

  "W-what?!" Blurr gasped, looking at Heatwave. "But how?"

  "Let's get back home," Heatwave flicks his digits hard on Blurr's forehelm, "then I'll tell you."

  "This was all a prank??" Blurr snapped. "You made me waste energy to get to a 'fake' rescue?! Do I not get enough of it in the simulations?"

  "I said let's go back home," Heatwave growled. "Did you not hear me through your thick metal helm?"

  "Stop treating me like I don't know anything," Blurr scoffed, transforming and zooming back to the firehouse.

  "Fiesty, exactly like you," Kade laughed. "It's like I'm witnessing a couple fight."

  "Quiet," Heatwave transformed but had not opened his door for Kade. "Or I'm not driving you home."

  "You do that when you're flustered either in anger or in shame," Kade smirked. "Come on, Heats'! It's so obvious!"

  With a gust of wind, Kade was left behind to walk home. At least he can lose some weight after eating so much of his father's donuts.

  "Every single time, Heatwave, you always find fault at what I do!" Blurr yelled as he stomped away towards his room. Heatwave transformed before running towards Blurr's berthroom and blocked the door.

  "I do that so you would become better, Blurr," Heatwave snapped. "Right now you're acting like some spoilt mechling who's begging to have a red carpet ready for him when he gets home! Do you really want to be like that?"

  "I rather go race around the track than do 'rescues'," Blurr turned away. "The exercises you plan are starting to bore me out, and you always make my engine rev up for nothing!"

  "You're not taking it seriously!" Heatwave shouted back, his optics fuming with anger. "You're not helping yourself and I'm worried about you! So stop wasting our time and actually learn something!"

  "Right now, you look stupid," Blurr commented. "You look like a huffed up kitten trying to yell at balls of yarn to move." And it's adorable.

  "That's it, no more further training for you until further notice," it was Heatwave's turn to stomp away.

  "Worried for me? If you were worried you would've done things differently," Blurr sighed, deeply sparkbroken. It was already wrong of him to show interest towards someone who should be his mentor. How many more mistakes is he going to make?

  How many more disasters is he going to start? Heatwave leaned against the wall deep in thought. Through just one mistake, Blurr could end up deeply injured and worse. It's terrible to think of it. If he didn't teach him everything, whatever happens to him will be blamed upon Heatwave, and he will hold onto that guilt for the rest of his life.

  When will he learn?

A/N:
Not writing part 2, sowie :(